She insists on wearing goggles. And I get it. But while I’m no expert on swimming, I tend to think she’s creating a bit too much suction with those goggles.
Last week, we argued until I showed her a picture of herself. Laughing hysterically, she immediately turned to Keith and offered up a classic –
“Cut me, Mick! Cut me!”
She is her father’s daughter.
We have the same problem with ours and after a full day at Coney Island this week, they also all had sunburned cheeks from the up and down of the giggles all day (despite sunscreen reapplying).